Stacy lives for eighteen. That magic number to freedom. It comes, and she goes.
Going no contact saves her life. Restores her happiness. Tom’s drinking, and their family’s tolerance of it, behind her.
A call for reconciliation is unexpected. Unwanted. Tom’s need to unload his burdens before his kidneys give out is not Stacy’s problem. So, why does she care?
Hesitantly, Stacy enters the hospital room, and sits. Tom speaks. Stacy forgives. Comforts. Loves. Brother and sister, restored.